Bird House Blues
A bird house attracts the beautiful and divine.
Who offer the soul both a charm and a chime.
Blessing hearts with palette and song.
Along come the rippers and nibblers.
Gleaners of peace they're born to be.
Leaving the heart to hobbled dream.
In skies of robin egg quiet.
Now blistering in twisting silence.
Battling the harshest of seasons.
Amidst winter acorns and peace thieves.
Bird houses filled with dead and dying things.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2016
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